Bow to their master as he boasts give me your life and I will give you a dream you will forever chase but never reach american the storms are getting louder. Thunder pounds against the walls of memories not meant to be remembered. Lightning awakens places that have long been asleep, manic yet calm, emotional yet dead inside. Do you hear the storm when you look in my eyes? Can you tell I hide demons in the smile meant to disguise exactly who resides within